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Kayson
Fuck, what the f**k was that all about? I thought he was going to finish what they started. But instead he shoved his c**k down my throat. I wonder how many times he’s done that and how many kids here have left because of his bullying? I look on the mirror my hair is a f*****g mess and my lips are red and lok like I’ve eaten somtng I shoudlnt. I look down at my trousers and they’re stained.
Fuck. I didn’t think anything like that would turn me on especially enough for me to come in my pants. I need to get this sorted before I head to lunch. I quickly wet my trousers and dry them to get rid of any evidence of my treacherous body. I had intended to wait it out in here then grab something to eat once they realised it was too late to find me. Well that idea went to s**t.
I head out the boys, my trousers dry and my hair the best I can get it. Everyone stares as I walk onto the dining hall. Do they know what happend? I sure hope f*****g not.
I grab a tray and the food that can be eaten within twenty minutes and head towards the tables. I look for an empty table and smile once I find them but I’m not so lucky to get there and eat on my own as an arm slips around my waist. “You're eating at our table kitten and no it’s not a request.”
Fuck s**t can’t my day get any worse?
Tate pulls me over to where his friends are sitting. I place the tray down and sit down. He mocked his arm from around my waist to my thigh. You can hear a pin drop in the cafeteria. Is everyone here scared of this guy? He leans closer his warm breath on my ear. “I see you’ve cleaned up Kitty.” He says his hand on my thigh gripping it.
I gulp and nod. His friends look at us with amused looks. “So how was it?”
“How was what?”
They all laugh and make a hand and c**k motion with their hand and mouth.
“Leave the kitty alone guys let him eat then we can get the f**k out of here for a fag.”
They apologise, kind a and I eat in silence until Tate breaks that silence. “Let’s get out of here and have a fag. “
They all nod and get up. He stared at me. “That means you too, Kitty.”
I gulp my food down and take a last swig of my soda before I reluctantly pull myself up. I follow them outside to a secluded part of the school no ne knows to have a fag beofre after lunch lessons.
The bell goes. “Go ahead without me guys me and Kitty need to have a chat.”
I gulp and his friends just grin. They wink as they leave. Once they’re gone he’s right in front of me. How the hell did he get so close so quickly?
He grins at me. “This is how things are going to work between you and me Kitty. We do lunch and break together, no discussion and we spend weekends together, no discussion. If I have homework you are to come home with me and do it, no discussion.”
“What if I have homework?”
He grins widely. “As above, no discussion.”
“Is everything between us, no discussion?”
He grins, stepping forward. “Precisely. You’re my b***h, no matter how you try and contest it Kitty.”
“How long for?”
“Until I say otherwise.” His lips slam down on mine, kissing me.
My eyes widened and I’m not sure what to do next. I’ve never kissed a girl before let alone a guy. Private schools were so much different than local schools with too many damn rules. Rules I had hoped that left me behind when I moved here until I met him. He grasps my hops and grinds into me, making me gasp. He shoves his tongue down my throat. I feel like gagging, if this is kissing I want out.
“Kiss me back kitten.”
I try to shake my head. I don't want this, I want out. His tongue slides across my lips and they tingle. He nips at it and grabs my hair pulling me forward. He slides his tongue over mine and I feel my body doing weird ass things. My tongue slides against his and he groans, assaulting my mouth with his tongue. I sloppily kiss him back and he grinds his hardon onto my half mast d**k what the hell is happening to me? I’ve never been attracted to either s*x. He kisses me hard, his tongue continuing to assault my mouth. His other hand lands on my ass squeezing it I groan pushing my body forward he moans well I think it’s a moan. It sounds kind of strangled. His d**k grinds against mine. It's growing harder and harder each minute he assaults my mouth. I hope I don’t bust my nudge again.
He pulls away and grins. “I guess you’ll have to do something about that.”
“I guess you will too.” I counter back.
“Touché.” Well pick this up after school I don’t want you being in detention the first day now do I?” He grins.
I roll my eyes and we adjust our trousers and walk away heading to class.
Arden
I can’t wait for this day to finally end but I know my luck is about to run out as I head into my last lesson of the day. I've managed to dodge Langdon until now as we haven’t had any more lessons together. I sit down in my usual spot near the front of the class cause I’m a little long sighted. No one knows this of course as they think the glasses are just a fashion statement. I’ve rolled my eyes that many times they may lose their way back and stay at the back of my head.
The teacher begins the lesson and surprise surprise Langdon hasn’t even bothered to turn up on time. The door swings open about five minutes later and Langdon strides in without a care in the world. Everyone’s looking at who disturbed the lesson and he’s grinning and strutting his swagger bullshit.
“Mr. Whitlock you’re late.”
“Sorry, my watch stopped.”
The teacher grunts in disapproval knowing he’s full of bullshite but dismisses it. “Take a seat Mr. Whitlock so we can continue the lesson.”
“Sure, teach.” He says bowing before looking for a seat everyone looks shite scared because they know his reputation here. Anyone he’s sat but so far in the lesson had known his wrath and become his lucky until the end of the year. He chooses the weak, the vulnerable. His eyes land on mine locking and grins. f**k.
Everyone gasps as he heads my way. “Is this seat taken nerd?”
I shake my head.
“Excellent.” He says sitting down. “I guess this will be my seat until the year is over.”
I hear everyone gasp f**k now I kneow I’m in trouble and everyone knows I am too. For the great jerk asshole Langdon Whitlock has chosen his next lacky. But he won’t know what hit him with me. I’m not scared of him and his petty demands I won’t do his work for him no matter how much he bullies me into doing it.
The class falls silent and the teacher continues with the lesson. “Can I copy your notes?”
“Write your own.”
Silent gasps echo across the room.
“Do you know who I am, nerd?”
“The great Langdon Whitlock.”
He grins. “Well you should know that I don’t take too kindly to your back chat, you'll get punished for it.”
“We’ll find someone else to be your lackie cause I won’t tolerate your bullshit. I'm not that kind of girl.”
“So what kind of girl are you, nerd?” He asks his hand sliding up my thigh.
I grab it and squeeze it. “Not that kind.”
“Maybe we’ll find out one day.”
I throw his hand off my thigh. “And maybe we won’t.”
His mouth no hangs gape unsure what to say I guess he’s never met his match before today bring it on Whitlock cause I bite and not in a nice way.
He shuts his mouth after his initial shock and grins. “I like you nerd l you've got balls I like to see how far I can push you.”
“It’s you who's got the balls Whitlock let’s see if they stay intact.”
He grins wider. “Is that a bet, nerd?”
“Call it what you like Whitlock but know this; you won’t win.”
“Oh I will.”
“Mr Whitlock, as you like chatting to Miss Barlowe in class, you’re both paired up for the group project and I don’t just want Miss Barlowe to participate, I want you to work on it too.”
He grins. “Looks like we’ll be spending more time together after all.”
Great.
I smile awkwardly. “I guess we will.”
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